Its August time and as the King roars
I hear them calling from peaks and shores
The voices of dreams and echoes of soul
Give life to the ever sketchy goals.
The Asleep is awakened, bright and fine
Aiming for stars and is ready to shine
Its clearer than ever and the sun is high
In time for the right, if wrong.. no cry
It is not new but it is among the few
Dreamt as a kid and still love the hue
Castles that were built and those secrets' societies
The high plans that were made in the sober parties.
Wishes I shared with the moon and the rain
Just woke up, and dreaming again
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
a nice and soothing poem..... silently flows along. wonderful. thank you.